[Her outfit is more rusty red than white or gold, The jacket in particular is pocked with rips and holes, including a cut perhaps a few fingerswidths high over her right kidney, and a larger, thicker slash at the middle of her chest as if something'd gone right through. Her hands tremble--even the prosthetic, normally solid as a rock, seems to have a bit of a wobble. There's a few dents at the wrist and up the forearm, and while it's harder to tell through her clothing, it doesn't quite meet up flush against the skin and bone as it should.]
No. You're not wandering around here alone, are you?
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Angel?
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Oh!! It's Nemesis, phew-
[wait]
ARE YOU HURT?
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No. You're not wandering around here alone, are you?
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[She's staring at all that damage.]
. . .
Oh. Ummmm . . . I found Duality and Intensity last time . . .
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[finger taps]
But I will not die, it is okay.
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...There's people I gotta look for.
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Yes, I can understand that feeling. I hope you find them.
[wants to say more bbbbut . . . ]
Afterwards then!
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